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Auckland Star, Volume I, Issue 184, 11 August 1870, Page 2

An Unpleasant Mistake.—Although the first recorded miracle in the New Testament was the converting of water into wine at a marriage ceremony, it is nevertheless not always safe to imbibe, even at a wedding, unless you know something of the vintage. Mistakes will hapen, as waß the case not long since with the Bey. Dr. , of Newburypoi't, who was called down from his chamber to marry a couple. The hour was late, and the Minister's wife, who had retired for the night, didnot rise to witness the ceremoay, but gave her husband particular directions for the entertainment of the wedding guests. " Don't forget to pass the cake and wine, Doctor," said she. " The cake is in the corner cupboard, and you'll find the wine on the third right-hand shelf in the eide-board." The Doctor promised obedience, and, putting on his garments, went down to perform the ceremony. When he returned to his chambe.i, half-an-hour later, he found his wife sitting up in bed, with an anxious expression on her face. " Doctor," she cried, " did you give them any wine ?" " Certainly, my dear, just as you told me." " Not from the decanter on the shelf of the side-board?" "That is exactly where you directed me to find it wife." "Dear! dear! Did they drink much of it?" "Why, yes, they emptied their glasses." " What shall we do! — Doctor, I made a mistake —it was ipecac wine you gave them. Oh', how sick tb>y must be! Do, dear, put on your cloak and go right after them - they can't have g fc far." The minister found his bridal party at the corner of the next street. " What made you drink the wine ?" he asked " Couldn't you tell- by the taste that there was something wrong about it ?" The bridegroom answered, between his qualms, " She whispered to me that it tasted dreadful queer but I told her 'twas because we was gettin married!' Eight dogs in* a Georgian town died suddenly the other day from eating a loaf of bread which the black cook had just baked for the family. She was arrested for her carelessness. The conversation at Holland House turned first on love. Tom Moore compared it to a potato, beca.use "it shools from the eyes," "or rather," exclaimed Byron, " because it becomes less by " paring." A sailor, unaccustomed to society, said to his partner after a dance, " Let me take you to your supercargo."